Cheer Practice Secrets
I knew exactly what I was doing the second I left my dorm room that afternoon. No panties. Just my tiny red and white cheer skirt and a sports bra under the cropped practice top. The fabric of the skirt brushed against my bare skin with every step across campus and the thought alone made me wet before I even reached the gym.
Coach Rivera always ran practice hard. He was strict, focused, and the kind of man who never smiled unless someone stuck a perfect landing. I had been watching him for weeks. The way his jaw tightened when we messed up a formation. The way his eyes lingered half a second too long when I arched my back during stretches. I decided today was the day I stopped pretending I did not notice.
The Practice That Changed Everything
We started with the usual warm up. High kicks. Toe touches. I made sure to stand in the front row where he could see everything. When I kicked, the skirt flipped up just enough. I felt the cool air against my bare pussy and I did not bother to smooth it down. A couple of the girls noticed and shot me looks but I kept my eyes on Coach.
He cleared his throat once. Then again. His clipboard stayed in front of him longer than usual.
During the pyramid section I climbed to the top and held the pose longer than necessary, legs spread, skirt riding high. I could feel his gaze locked between my thighs. My heart was pounding so hard I almost lost balance. When I finally came down he called a water break and walked straight toward the locker hallway.
I followed.
He was standing near the equipment closet, back half turned, pretending to check something on his phone. I stepped inside the doorway and let the door click shut behind me.
“Lexi.” His voice was low. “What the hell are you doing?”
I walked closer until I was right in front of him. “Practicing.” I lifted the front of my skirt just enough for him to see I was completely bare. “I thought you might want a closer look at my form.”
His eyes dropped. He did not look away. The silence stretched until I could hear my own breathing. Then he reached out, gripped my hip hard, and spun me so my back hit the metal shelf. His hand slid under the skirt and two thick fingers found me already soaked.
“You’ve been walking around like this the whole practice?”
“Yes, Coach.”
He pushed those fingers inside me without warning and I moaned into his shoulder. He worked them deep and slow while his other hand stayed locked on my waist, keeping me in place. I rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure, already close from the teasing all afternoon.
“Anyone could walk in,” he muttered, but he did not stop. He added a third finger and curled them just right until my legs started shaking. I came hard, biting down on the fabric of his shirt so no one outside would hear. He kept working me through it until I was dripping down his wrist.
When he finally pulled his hand free he wiped it across my inner thigh, then fixed my skirt like nothing had happened.
“Get back out there,” he said. “And keep that skirt down for the rest of practice. We’ll finish this later.”
I walked back onto the mat with shaky legs and a fresh pulse between them. Every time I looked at him for the rest of the hour he was already watching me. The second practice ended I did not even change. I waited by the side door of the gym until the last girl left.
He found me there. No words this time. Just his hand on the back of my neck guiding me into the coaches’ office. The door locked. My back hit the desk. He pushed my skirt up around my waist, dropped his shorts, and sank into me in one long thrust. I was still so wet from earlier that he slid in easy, filling me completely. He fucked me hard and quiet, one hand covering my mouth whenever I got too loud, the other gripping my thigh to keep me open for him.
I came again with him deep inside me. He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and holding there while he pulsed. When he finally pulled out he watched his cum drip down my bare lips and onto the desk.
“Next practice,” he said, voice rough, “wear the same thing.”
I smiled, fixed my skirt, and walked out of the gym without putting anything on underneath. My legs were still trembling. I already knew I would.